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“Wow!” Was what dropped from my mouth. What we met in the house was a far cry from what I was expecting. The place looked like a mini palace… This was not the picture of the kind of house I would have imagined missionaries would live in Mororo….
The house on the outside didn’t look anything like a good place…
When the whirlwind had almost turned our vehicle upside down, AdeYanju had screamed…
“ Adenike, we need to get out of this vehicle!”
“ To where?” I said because I was not planning to set my foot on the ground of Mororo. Mororo didn’t look and feel like a good place…
“ To the mission house! Adenike, Listen we need to be alive to be able to get out of here, if we die in this vehicle, it is our dead bodies that will be carried out of here. I believe it is better safe than dead….” AdeYanju said and his words made sense ….
With unsteady feet, I alighted , but the wind that embraced me was very tough and violent. I ran towards the mission house the witch girl had pointed to us hoping to escape the wind. The picture of the interior of the house I was expecting to see was a dirty, dusty and archaic interior but what we saw made me say wow!
“ Who did this? Or is someone living here?” AdeYanju said. The living room looked beautiful. It had beautiful wall paintings, beautiful curtains. The interior design was really Looking amazing, with deep buttoned Plush upholstery, the floor was a sparkling wooden surface…
“ We were duly informed, you will be coming!” A Voice said from inside the kitchen.
Two ladies walked out of the Kitchen, they were identical twins, there was something definitely strange about them but I couldn’t place it.
AdeYanju stepped back in fear and surprise…
“ We are the Adegbile Sisters, we are members of the Mororo Church. We had received a message from your father that you both will be coming, so we decided to make this place look a bit like the city house you are used to!”
One of the sisters said
“ Oh! “ I said but I wasn’t convinced about the truth of what she had said
“ Oh Thank you my sisters … This is really beautiful and very thoughtful of you! We appreciate it!”
“ We will be leaving, by tomorrow the other members will be happy to come for early Morning prayers!”
“ Oh! Where is the church?” I asked
“ Here!, we hold our services here…”
“ What?” I asked in shock. I never liked mixing church affairs with home affairs. I didn’t like the idea of members coming into the house of their pastor, it had a way of making members unconsciously lose respect for their Pastors.
“ Ok, thank you sisters.!” AdeYanju said obviously dismissing them. He knew I didn’t like the idea of hosting the church in our house.
The sisters left or better still pretended to have left because as soon as we devored the food they had prepared for us, the two sisters appeared in the room from the wall.
“ Really, so you babies were the ones that was sent to Mororo…We just gave you a simple test and you failed!” Said one of the twin…
“ No discernment of Spirit in you! Well lucky you, the food wasn’t poisoned. You both would have been dead…so we have a deal for you… Do not trouble us like the last pastor and we won’t trouble you. Do your church thing without attacking witches and wizards. Give the people false hope and whenever we have punished someone, don’t try to pray for them. Are we clear?” The mean twin said
AdeYanju and I nodded our heads like primary school babies. I could see the baby look on AdeYanju…I was begining to think of how to get us out of that town when the friendly looking twin said…
“ You are thinking about running away… I don’t think so… We like you and We want you to stay! Feel Welcome!” Said the friendly twin witch
“ For God has not given me the Spirit of Fear, but of Love, power and of sound mind” AdeYanju was saying under his breath as he could not look up into the eyes of the witches…It was obvious my husband was a physical and spiritual babe, despite knowing so much of the scripture…. The witches saw through him and they both exchanged looks saying…
“ Omode o mo ogun, o npe ni efo ”
( When a child does not recognise a deadly herb, he calls it a vegetable”)…said the mean twin witch
“ Baby Pastor! Welcome to Mororo, Happy pastoring!” The friendly twin said laughing before they disappeared and no one told the other before we both burst into tears.